Lewis Carroll A boat, beneath a sunny sky Children three that nestle near, Long has paled that sunny sky; Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Children yet, the tale to hear, In a Wonderland they lie, Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die;
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?
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